Beetlebung and Kettlehole--April Poems

Uselessness

I try not to preoccupy so I smile,
then I better-smile, circling about
lingering on thoughts hanging overhead
improvised in a thousand variations
hour after hour, day after day,
on standard despair or certain knowledge
that winds can be restless and I might lose
my balance, my nuts and bolts,
then jump, barefoot, shrieking,
my gray hairs snared in bad temper
and syncopated bobbling
like a solitary oracle, mourning
my uselessness at the end of my years
with the climate change, world peace,
and in raising organic cucumbers.

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prompt: your current preoccupation(s) + comedy